All talk of diplomatic visits and conferences had certainly not gone ignored by the gelding of flaxen hair. Iona’s barks still rang true in his mind, threatening as ever though always without the sting of real venom or an actual bite, and Tembovus short sighted grunts only harmonised with them. What a hideous melody. “The Edge cannot show loyalty to those that give it none.”
Was returning the Doctor’s beloved, saving her life, restoring a family not enough? The sleuth had followed orders to search for any hints relating to Arah and Kianzo’s dissapearances… and yet he had returned with her actual location; only to be told later on he had not followed orders?
Now it was clear to him that recognition was given to whom they chose, not who earned it, And while Iona stepped from the lounge once-per-month, he had worked without sleep for their so-called family.

Toulouse remained quite convinced that he could not truly devote himself to his new herd until he was finished with all ends in the Edge. A diplomatic visit to the Throat was more intriguing than ever, though it seemed there was no escaping a climatic confession should he tail along. He had not played his cards correctly, having fibbed his way into the ranks at the Edge about his infiltration for all the wrong reasons and leading to accusations of invasion. Had he kept that hand close to his chest, it would have made things much less complicated. In truth, they still knew nothing of his intentions or motivations for this said invasion… yet still called it such. How wrong they were.

Having camped on the outskirts of the thistle meadow for what felt like the better part of an eternity,  Toulouse was preparing for his trek north once again. Having given up on his wait for the World’s Edge convoy to pass, Toulouse collected his whip and looped it around his neck before he continued to cloak himself int his warned cloak of mithril, pale eyes glancing over the red waste before him, eyes seeking the heart. It was as he gazed longingly out to the desert that he noticed a faction of horses crossing the sea of sand to the south, spying the unmistakable figured of Yael, Lyanna and Tembovu among them.
With Boomslang coiled upon his horns, Toulouse allowed himself down the dunes to the south-east, taking the longer but slightly more hidden route to their shared destination.

For a desert-born breed, he truly despised the heat and the desert most of all. How each step became more unforgiving than the last would always cause him to question why he even set foot in such a god forsaken place.
Though, as he reached the height of the final dune, it all seemed quite worth it; he had hit quite he mine.

Below him in the distance upon the entrance to the mighty land of the Dragon’s Throat stood the Indomitable, a marvellously coloured pegasus and also another skull-faced stag. A rather colourful bunch.
Toulouse’s pale legs took him down the great expanse of sand, soon to end up along the seashore. He gave no nod, no acknowledgement to any from the Edge just yet and instead crossed past Lyanna, hoping to brush flirtatiously upon her wing as he passed them.
Toulouse would not stand with the World’s Edge, as they were not his people. They had never been proud to call him one of their own, and so instead he crossed the space to meet the Indomitable.
“Volterra, old friend” He murmured, pale eyes of a snake glancing down to the scar left upon his knee from the first time they had met. “I trust you are well, Sultan?” He asked, soon to glance to the others present from the throat, specifically the one possessing a magnificent painted face, a signature of the Sultan he stood before. “Is this your boy? A handsome chap” Toulouse spoke towards Astarot as Boomslang began to uncoil, rearing his head in an attempt to take a closer look at those present.

Toulouse then peeled away from the party from the throat, His footfalls taking his pale bodice to stand between both parties. Finally, his eyes drifted towards Yael; the sunny mare who deserved more than a glance. His lips widened in a smile towards her, bypassing Tembovu all together as those same serpentine eyes fell on Lyanna.
Little did he know that the dove of teal and grey was his betrayer.